.give me some more." she commanded.I picked up the pace, fucking her harder again. Grabbing her boobs and using them to pull her body to me with eac... thrust. After a few minutes her moaning started getting much louder."I'm going to cum! Fuck me! FUCK ME!" she cried out.I quickly flipped her facedown while keeping my cock inside her and from above I had the leverage to really rapid-fire fuck her with my body slamming into her ass cheeks, making a loud clapping sound. She let out a scream. The wife told me to enjoy the gallery and she would meet up with me later and took off. As the wife walked out the door I turned to find this woman standing right there with a big smile on her face. She was dressed in a short skirt with boots, she pulled it off very well. I did notice a wedding ring on her finger among other jewelry. I would guess her to be in her fifties. She flirted me up and I did the same back to her. I wanted to fuck this woman, there was something about her. But even I. "Nice one," said Dan Sparks, the PIC of this particular line, the man who she had been flying with for two months now. Dan was thirty-two years old and almost impossibly handsome. He was tall, well-built, and had both a smile and a set of eyes that could send nearly any female heart aflutter. He also had the hots for Jo, something that Jo had noted, without much surprise, on their second flight together. Jo knew that if she wanted to she could have not just a relationship with Dan but could get. She needed to sort things out in her mind but what Bridget said also raised questions. They were questions Sian needed answered. ‘But Bridge, you’re married. Are you saying you’re leaving Don? That you’re gay?’ Feeling like Sian’s last question was the easiest, Bridget started with it. ‘Am I gay? I don’t think so. I think I’m bi. When I was in high school, I had a girlfriend Sian. I was experimenting but it felt good to me. I wish it had gone on longer but my mom found out and freaked out. It.